Adelaide and Autumn (6 weeks apart). I know I say this every time, but I get such a thrill out of making wee kid clothes out of old 'big' clothes. Such little waste feels so good. And I always feel so connected to the past, when of course this wasn't just fun but a necessity. The personal challenge of just how much I can do with ONE piece of discarded clothing is such fun (in this case: a headband for me, two pants for babes, and elastic and drawstring to be recycled into another project), and when little to nothing actually makes it into the 'trash' pile, I feel quite satisfied.
God, I could eat them both. I'm only slightly biased in my role as Mama and Auntie, but c'mon now. They're heavy on the cute. Especially when they crawl all over each other and try to use each other for support standing up. They're equally shakey.